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Listen up, I've got something to say

No matter our weapon of choice

Something will die in the wars we wage

Without having its own chance to rage

Against the same ideas we are



Here come the tracers

Hold your head high deep within the basement

And pray tomorrow will come



Stock your shelves with bullets and bottles of water

There is no time limit set for this game

Only cross-hairs and targets to hit, and the more the better

So, let them stand naked and let them shiver

Just because we can



Oh yeah, just to warn you



Here come the tracers

Hold your head high deep within the basement

And pray tomorrow will come